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I forgot to add the disclaimer last time, so here it is:

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I do not own Warriors, which belong to Cherith Baldry and Kate Cary.

A small reddish-brown she-cat squinted into the distance. Yes, there it was. She hadn't been mistaken. On the other side of the Thunderpath, a small dark creature was stumbling around. It's obviously not from ShadowClan, the she-cat thought. So what is it? She cautiously walked over to the Thunderpath and peered closer through the shrub filled marsh on the other side. The creature was coming closer, obviously finding it difficult to walk in a straight line, as it was crashing into trees every now and then.

As it stepped on to the Thunderpath, the she-cat could nearly make it out just before a Thunderpath monster came zooming past. The she-cat gasped. Had the creature been killed? She leaned in close to the Thunderpath, and saw that the creature had crouched low to the ground when the Thunderpath monster had zoomed by, and now it was slowly making its way back again. The she-cat heard another Thunderpath monster coming, and she grabbed the creature by the scruff and pulled it to the ThunderClan side of the Thunderpath right before another monster whizzed by. She and the creature tumbled backward from the force until they both lay sprawled out on the grassy ground.

The she-cat quickly stood up and faced the creature. Her blue eyes opened wide: this creature was a cat! She placed a paw on the cat's neck and hissed, "Who are you? You're not from the one of the Clans!"

The cat looked up at her with dull, almost lifeless green eyes. "Clans?" she rasped, obviously confused.

"Yes!" the she-cat mewed, rolling her eyes. "You know, ThunderClan, RiverClan..."

Still the cat did not understand. The she-cat sighed. "Let's start with this. What is your name?"

The cat looked up at her and shook her head. "I-I don't have one," she stammered. The she-cat was shocked.

"Of course you have one! For example, my name is Stormpaw. Let's try this again. What is your name?"

Again the cat shook her head. "I don't have one."

"Fine," Stormpaw sighed. "Well, where are you from?"

The she-cat shook her head once again and mewed, "I don't know."

Stormpaw rolled her eyes. This cat was impossible. She stepped back from the she-cat and took a good look at her. She was mostly black, with gray paws and a gray chest. She was small, probably around the same age as herself. Stormpaw took a look at the cat's stomach-if there was one. The cat appeared half starved, and she obviously had been beaten up pretty badly.

"Come on," Stormpaw meowed to the she-cat. "I'm taking you back to camp. You need a medicine cat." She lifted the she-cat up by putting her on her back, and she carried her back to camp. The she-cat was amazingly light. Even though she was small, Stormpaw had not expected her to be this light.

As she entered camp, which did not take too long, the ThunderClan cats stared at her and the cat she carried on her back. Bluefoot, the Clan medicine cat, stepped out of her den as a cat ran to tell her what was happening. When she saw the she-cat on Stormpaw's back, she rushed over.

"Stormpaw, bring her to my den!" she mewed frantically. "This cat is badly injured!"

As if I didn't know that, Stormpaw thought. But she brought the she-cat to Bluefoot's den anyway. When she got there, Bluefoot was already picking out herbs to use on her new patient. When she saw Stormpaw enter she mewed, "Lay her down here and then go fetch her a mouse. She needs to eat."

Stormpaw obeyed Bluefoot's orders and picked up a mouse from the fresh kill pile. As she walked back to the medicine cat's den, she heard another apprentice, a black tom named Nightpaw, talking to some other cats about the she-cat. Stormpaw narrowed her eyes. She hated Nightpaw. For some reason, all the other cats liked him, yet he had always acted horribly towards her. As she passed by him, he turned to her and meowed, "That cat's a rogue. If she wakes up and decides to attack some cat, I hope it's you."

Stormpaw rolled her eyes and dropped the mouse to respond, "If she does attack, she won't attack just one cat. She'll attack the entire Clan." She narrowed her eyes again. "So you really shouldn't be hoping that she'll attack anyone."

She picked up the mouse and walked away. She lay the mouse in front of the she-cat and sat down next to Bluefoot. "Why isn't she eating?" she asked Bluefoot after watching the she-cat ignore the mouse. "She looks half starved!"

"She's sleeping," Bluefoot replied. "She was exhausted, so I gave her poppy seeds to help her sleep. She'll eat later."

"Well then why did you make me get the mouse now? It might rot if she doesn't eat it soon." StarClan, she thought. Cats around here are so mousebrained..

Bluefoot rolled her eyes and muttered something about bratty she-cats. Then she turned to Stormpaw and mewed in a harsh voice, "Why don't you go now? You might wake my patient up."

Stormpaw rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Wow. This chapter sucked compared to the prologue. Oh well… I'll try to make the next one better. Anyway, please R&R!